Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2013 08:22:34 -0800
From: Benjamin Gaw
Subject: Berkeley Slave Chapter 2
From the author: I'm humbled by the number of guys who have taken the time
to write me about this story. I'm especially thankful for the Cal alumni
who have written to me: Go Bears! One in particular lived in the same dorm
as Aaron and myself during the same year. Perhaps he will remember some of
the events that take place in future chapters. It is remarkable to know how
many guys are reading my story. I apologize for taking so long to get
Chapter 2 out. Rest assured, the next three chapters are already written
and will be posted soon.
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What I found in Aaron's things wasn't surprising. He'd left his wallet on
top of his desk with $50 in cash in it. He had a visa card, too. He'd
left his key next to his wallet. In his desk was the $200 his parents left
him along with various school supplies. His closet contained neatly hung
polos, tees, and jeans.
To save space, both of us had previously stowed our dressers inside our
closets. His top drawer was filled with boxers and socks. The second
drawer was filled with the basketball shorts he wore to the gym each day.
Buried under a few pair of shorts were two old wrestling singlets. His
bottom drawer was filled with tank tops and a couple straight porn
magazines.
I quickly pocketed his whole wallet, his key, the $200, and stashed the
wrestling singlets in my own closet. I took my backpack and left the room
and dashed down the hall after making sure the door was closed and locked.
I wanted to get out of the building before Aaron got back to the room or
realized he was locked out. He could always get the RA to let him back in.
He'd probably assume he lost his wallet and key somewhere the night before
or that the girl had swiped it.
Meanwhile, I went in search of a few necessary items. Stopping briefly in
the courtyard downstairs I wrote a list:
rope 2 hasps chain - 18" length, 4 24" lengths, and 1 10' length 10
padlocks underwear various toys
After checking a phone book, I found an ace hardware on University Avenue
off Shattuck. I bought the required rope, hasps, lengths of chain, and
locks. The helpful staff were even able to help me get locks that were
keyed alike. I also bought a few rolls of duct tape and an economy roll of
saran wrap. I paid with Aaron's credit card.
My backpack already heavy, I walked back toward Telegraph Avenue. I
visited a costume shop and a couple sex shops for ideas. In a small
sporting goods store along the way, I bought a couple jock straps and a
very short pair of running shorts. At a costume shop, I found a few
glittery men's thongs and bought a pack of plain BVD briefs. At one store,
I bought a pair of old police handcuffs for cheap. At another, I bought a
cb 2000 chastity device in clear plastic. Until that moment, I had no idea
people made chastity devices for men! I knew that women were sometimes
forced to wear chastity belts in the dark ages but who knew that some
pervert out there had invented and marketed a plastic cock cage for the
21st century? I paid cash using the money from Aaron's parents.
Before heading back to the room, I helped myself to a burrito for lunch (on
Aaron's dime, of course!). I didn't know whether I could stomach another
day of dorm food.
Knowing that Aaron would eventually leave the room, I waited near the
courtyard for him to leave Spens Black Hall. I had bet correctly that when
he left he would be too preoccupied to notice me. He left with his gym
gear, so I knew I'd have about an hour before he would be back. He'd
probably already gotten himself a temporary replacement key until he
tracked down the lost one.
Back in the room, I worked as quickly as possible to attach the hasps to
the closet doors. Both mine and his. I locked mine shut with one of the
many new locks and attached the key to my key ring. Before locking his, I
removed every pair of his pants and boxers from the closet--including the
ones in the laundry bag under his bed. I gathered his boxers and tossed
them in the wastebasket. I used scissors to cut the front pockets out of
every pair of his pants and shorts before throwing them back in the closet.
There was no point in hanging them back up. I dumped the wastebasket into
the garbage chute down the hall.
I was running out of time and I knew it. Either this plan would succeed
brilliantly and remain a secret between my roommate and me or it would fail
miserably and wind up with me kicked out of the dorms. I needed it to
succeed.
I quickly stripped Aaron's bed down to the bare vinyl mattress and neatly
spread his blanket back on top. His bedding was tossed into the closet and
I locked them shut. Apart from the gym clothes he was wearing and the
clothes I had on, all of our clothes were now locked in one of our two
closets. I had the only key.
I took a the longest chain and looped one end around the radiator pipe that
ran the length of our room and locked it in place.
Phase 1 was now complete. Phase 2 would be trickier.
I turned on the TV to Cartoon Network and waited. I had doubts and second
thoughts and came to the conclusion that this would never work. I'd come
too far now and would be in big trouble if I didn't go through with my
plan. I could explain away the hasp as a security necessity. I could pay
back the money I stole. But the missing underwear and the pocketless pants
would be tough to explain.
The door opened and a sweaty Aaron came in grabbed his towel from the post
on his bed and started to dry himself.
"Dude, have you seen my keys laying around?"
"Nope. Sorry man. Did you lose them or something?" I was sweating by
trying to keep my cool.
"Nah. Just probably fell out of my pants earlier. They'll turn up. Tell
me if you see `em. Imma go shower. Back in a minute," he said this as he
stripped under his towel and reached above his closet for his shower kit.
Oblivious, he didn't seem to notice the lock on his closet.
He left the room wearing his towel and leaving his gym clothes behind.
He'd made this too easy for me!
With no time to lose, I tossed the sweaty gym shorts and t-shirt out the
window and stuffed the briefs under my mattress. By the smell of them,
he'd worn them all week.
I hurried down the hall to the bathroom. Quietly as possible, I entered
the stall next to the one Aaron was in and reached over the partition to
snag his towel from its hook. The bathroom was empty other than Aaron. On
my way back to the room, I shoved the towel down the garbage chute.
Aaron would now have to walk from the showers, through the bathroom, down
the hall, and back to our room completely naked and wet. When he reached
our room, he'd find that all of his clothes were locked up. Phase 2 was
set to begin.